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Wait ‘Til Next Gear

by Hilary Barta

Their division is ripe for the pluckin’
But the Cubs went from winnin’ to suckin’
Just last year they were groovin’
Now the team can’t get movin’
And first is the gear that they’re stuck in.

 



Crosstown Smashup

by Hilary Barta

Kyle Schwarber just put on a show,
Delivering blow after blow
Despite his great clout,
One didn’t go out
So to third he strode, beating the throw.

 



Slipping Suds

By Stuart Shea

What’s happening to those Brewers?
To those blue, gray, and pee-yellow Crewers?
As the Cubs make the plays,
All Milwaukee now prays
Their year doesn’t go straight down the sewers.

 



3 Limericks for Jose Quintana

by Jim Siergey, James Finn Garner and Hilary Barta

The Cubs having traded for “Q”
Can the faithful sit back and say “Whew”?
He’s a whiz with the rock
And maybe will shock
If he hits well leading off, too.

Is Quintana the cure for what ails
The fakakta Cubs and their fails?
He racks up the innings,
His fastball well spinning,
And he’s quite accustomed to wails.

Finally, if Kyle Schwarber had been in the blockbuster trade as rumored:

So the Cubs and the Sox make a trade
The rotation up north will upgrade
And the Hose get a bat
That can’t run ‘cuz he’s fat
We’ll see just which team has been played.

 



All-Star Clerihews, Part IV

Joey Votto
Never gets blotto
But does enjoy the occasional beer
With that crazy Molina, Yadier.

Ender Inciarte
Prefers Commedia dell’arte
And Restoration plays
To the pap on B’way these days.

Nolan Arenado
Boasts much bravado
But jumps high as a glider
When surprised by a spider.

Nelson Cruz
Hates to lose,
Which makes his time in Seattle
More of a battle.

Jose Quintana
Can drive up the Dan Ryan-a
Take the Drive over
And finally pitch in October.

 

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